Ghost stories from Missouri

The Cinder Room

The first thing I noticed when I moved into the old garage was the smell. Not musty or damp, but a faint, sweet odor, like burnt sugar and old pennies....

The Hollow Repast

The cottage my grandmother lent me sat at the edge of a birch wood, its northern wall only a stone’s throw from the derelict Langley house. The place had been...

The Gutter King

The rain hadn’t stopped for nine days. It drummed against the corrugated tin roof of the old farmhouse like a relentless percussionist, each drop a nail in the coffin of...

The Compass Rose

It began on a Tuesday, four days after I moved my two boys into the old carriage house on the edge of Coldwater Creek. My name is Dana, and I...

The Frequency of Static

I’ve always prided myself on being rational. My name is Evelyn, and for twenty-nine years, my life was a neat grid of cause and effect. So when the first flicker...

The Unseen Spinner

In the autumn of 2015, Claire moved into her grandmother’s old farmhouse on the outskirts of Helena, Montana. The house, built in the 1920s, had been untouched for decades, and...

The Ceiling Watcher

It was past midnight when Lena stirred awake, the bedroom thick with the hum of the old house settling. She’d been dreaming of the sea, of salt and cold, but...

The Static Visitor

I’m 17 and I’ve always been a skeptic. My name’s Reece, and I live in a small apartment above my uncle’s pawnshop, surrounded by the junk of people’s forgotten lives....

The Fourth Tenant

I never believed in ghosts. Not really. Even after everything that happened at my friend Lena’s farmhouse, I told myself it was just old wood settling and a drafty house...

The Blue Nova

I was eighteen when I saw the dead man in the passenger seat. My name is Elias, and back then I was living with my best friend, Mara, and her...

The Bone Orchard

The summer I turned twenty-one, I was renting a run-down cottage at the edge of a dying town in the Oklahoma panhandle. The town was called Red Creek, named for...

The Flicker Protocol

The house on Maple Street wasn’t grand, but it had good bones, as the realtor said. Built in the late nineties, it was more modern than the cramped apartment we’d...

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